Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
UT,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.